Monday, November 03, 2008
what fresh hell... pt3
so the bastard has made it all the way to hotlanta.
I'm feeling the effects by now.
world weary traveler.
depressed, divorced father.
the bastard sits in a TGIFridays (yes TGIFridays; you wanna go to hell with that noise, dick!) and he's drinking a beer.
waiting for a burger.
hoping that the coming storm is one I can weather. fuck, I hate storms.
as much as I hate the apartment I'm going home to, I can't wait to put my head down.